I always watch other people's footprints in the snow. I usually walk where they haven't. Then I saw your prints. I don't know you, but your footprints told me about you. I followed your steps in the snow; through the deepest parts no one else walks, over the mountains made by plows. Where you curved I swung around to make a little chain. I
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